The red rose

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A petal fell from the crimson rose

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Y/n p.o.v

The fear of waking up again took me in its wrath.

Who knew fear did its job better than the devil itself?

Why even bother look at the mirror ? The only thing I will se is myself in this hell.

I walk to my desk, papers of all sorts are scattered like puzzle pieces. It must have been a rough night for me.

" what's this?" I asked knowing the letter that I see is not just the papers I write, but someone else's.

" a letter?" I sat down, the room was filled with despair and silence.

The letter was a little wrinkly like if it was rushed to it's owner. The red symbol of the red army was planted in the middle. It had a black feather on it.

" ..." there was no noise around me, the atmosphere was thick. My heart beat grew louder and louder crying for it to be released.

" maybe a general?" I asked myself unknowingly.

I opened the letter, only to see it was written with history of words.

It said

" dear y/n,

I hope I find you in good health, for you see I'm not the kind of man to speak. I've kept an eye on you, seems like you have great potential here. Your bravery shakes me. Let the roses with thorns meet you and hope to see each other again. I hope you join my world for it shares a great fortune for you.

From your one of a kind"

I dropped the letter, it was him.

No one has ever had a chance to look at him

So why do I have t-

A knock was heard.

I rushed as my boots hit the wood as I opened my door quickly

It was a maid from the generals, the riches.

" lady y/n, you are to join the feast, my gentleman has ordered you. I hope you know your consequences of not joining" it must be a mistake.

" yes ma'am" I answered. I had to control this fear in me.

" of and lady y/n, my gentleman has left you this, have an amazing day" she says As she hands me a rose.

" Svak er frykt, frykt er svakhet" she answered

" Svak er frykt, frykt er svakhet" my eyes stood on the rose.

There was a sent of blood

The thorns cut my pinky, the rose has drops of blood on it.

There was a note on the side.

" beware of his thorns" it said

My mistakes crawl on my back.

" I should have never laid eyes on him"

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